RED IS THE COLOR OF MY TRUE LOVE’S HORSE
                                     Animals have accents too.
                                     Squirrel’s provincial vowels are
                                     complicit in their transient confinement.
                                     Why do we allow this to occur?
                                     I can’t breakfast in peace
                                     without overhearing tree slang
                                     littered with caustic purrs.
                                     The branches shake
                                     adding to the sky’s inconsistent view.
                                     Picnic table and strawberry
                                     plant ravished, juices strewn.
                                     My dogs are less than useless,
                                     preoccupied with vernaculars,
                                     they lack the patience of nouns.
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